I just had the most interesting - albeit pathetic - conversation with a library patron.
He asked me if I had read The Da Vinci Code yet. Well of course I haven't. I've been meaning to listen to it on audio, but I just haven't gotten around to it yet. Then he started talking about how Dan Brown puts so-called "facts" into the story that aren't true.
I stupidly responded, "It's fiction."
He continues to talk and I continue to stupidly say, "But it's fiction."
So in short, my patron said that Brown shouldn't have written the book as "fact."
Uh, he didn't - it's FICTION!
That's the beauty of fiction - you can have talking pigs, yellow skies and tap dancing daisies. Why? Because it's FICTION!
And here I thought that too-stupid-to-live only referred to some romance novel heroines.